I´m not here to upload a map today guys, neither a project, I´m here to tell ya´ll a story, so, I´ll start.

So to tell how do I ended up making that base, I gotta tell a lot of stuff, let´s start... by the beggining, so, it was late night, the 24th day of december, I was playing a bedrock anarchy server called "artic west", it seemed promising, I found a mate who spoke my native language, and we tried to escape the spawn, it was very griefed, and after some time we met some guys who had some time playing, one was called derc, it lived in my country, and another one called rimc, who is my friend till today...

I stayed in contact with my first friend in the server but after a few days I lost contact with him, I entered the clan of these guys who I had met, they were 6, with me, I know this is pretty dumb but I was there to not losing my position in another clan, of another server called 4b4t, but this clan was much bigger, like 30 players in it´s good times, and so the time went on, I left their base in search of my own and without setting a single foot in the nether (because I hate it) I reached a place that I could finally call... home, it was pretty far away, it was at 25 kilometers from the spawn, and we were doing good, or almost, because some dummies were griefing my friends and they had a constant war with them, so I used my james bond skills to track them to a project of theirs and I organized the clan to loot some really weird and fancy looking structure, anyways, we took stacks of cool stuff, and gave a great step to overcome them, but soon after they spammed withers on the general base and that pretty much demoralized everyone, but after some days it happened that Derc presented me a friend of his, it was pretty nice and after some days she became a member, the thing is... she spoke english, and that was just the beggining, we met more english speakers, and the clan grew bigger, at it´s biggest, it was about 11-13 members, I really don´t remember the exact number.

We had plenty of bases, and mine was doing well, the city of apollo hosted about 5-6 people, not all members of the clan, but it was okay, they knew the rules, and everything was going pretty well, we reconciliated with some griefers who resulted to be cool people, till I met OddDragon, a possibly kid with some serious problems, it was nice first, I let him stay in the town but then he started robbing me.. well the classical stuff, the thing is that he started hacking, being pretentious with people we didnt simpathize, and after a breakup of our clan that divided us in two, he griefed the base, this is a exact replica of that base, the city of apollo, apollo civitatem in latin, there´s a part 2 of that story, if you want to find out what happens next, let me know in the comments :D!.